I initially wrote and posted this, the last part of this story, several year ago, but it seems to have gone missing. A reader pointed that out to me, asking me to repost. I do n't recall of this as my advantageously fib, but it is good if you like mushy romantic sex and mess of it. Parts 1 and 2 can be found in my lean of stories. The loose way to do that is to click on `` Author 's List '' and then to penetrate on `` bit of Stories. '' I 'm about the tenth one from the top of the inclination. Thanks for reading. Sr. Longo


CHAPTER 14

I had proposed to Marie, my four months pregnant lover, at the beach on Saturday of remembrance Day weekend. I had a niggling help—an advertising banner -- pulled by a plane -- that said in tumid red Das Kapital,"MARIE testament YOU MARRY ME ?"Marie looked at the standard for almost thirty seconds before turning to depend at me. Then she looked back at the banner and when she turned back to me again I was on one stifle in the time-honoured proposition pose. When Marie kissed me I produced a box with her ring, a 2.5 carat patience in a atomic number 78 setting. We were both shaking like nervous kids on their foremost day of the month as I placed it on her deal. All this had been observed by a bombastic group of"golf widows"-women left alone by married man gone to play golf.

They quickly surrounded us, hugging and kissing Marie and congratulating me, while they admired her ring and commented on her gestation. Naturally, the crew attracted others in the domain and soon we were surrounded by more than than fifty sympathiser. We finally escaped when I grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the pee. Being former in the season it was cold by local anesthetic standard, but the wafture were lowly due to a sand bar perhaps five hundred yards out and an offshore walkover from the northwest. Marie exclaimed how cold the water system was, but she never let go of my hired man or turned back to shore. When we were chest deep we held each other close."I love you,"I told her. In reply she pulled me in for a hot kiss punctuated by an occasional salty trespass from a departure wave. Marie laughed into my mouthpiece the first metre it happened, but she kept her retentive unattackable tongue wrapped around mine.

I was concentrating on the osculation so I didn't immediately recognize her hand running up the leg of my case. Marie giggled into the kiss when she took my manhood into her manus."I thought cold urine was supposed to make it quail. Why are you so big and hard, George IV ?"

"I think you know very well why I'm hard, you sexy minx ! Now that you have me, what are your intent ? Gon na jerk me off or fuck me here in front of hundreds of people ?"

"Neither, Saint George, but I do want to see what's in memory board for me when we get home, and I really like what I'm feeling here."I laughed and soon we were laughing and hugging and kissing. As I led her from the H2O Marie asked me,"Think we can go home soon ? I really need you !"

We walked up the beach hand in hired hand. Back at our chairs I grabbed a towel and dried Marie's spectacular eubstance. I dried my own while she put on her shirt and shoes. I began to collect our chairperson, umbrella, and tank and, with a Wave to the group of women, we were gone. I had barely started the car when Marie had her helping hand up the leg of my swimsuit again."I thought you were going to wait until we got dwelling for this."

"Can't…need some of it now…just don't have an stroke,"Marie gasped as she pulled my rock-hard cock free. Leaning across the console table Marie swallowed me in a single draught. Her tongue ran circles around my helmet before licking up and down my shaft."Mmmm, a little saltier than rule, but just as yummy…I love sucking on your stopcock, George."She attacked it with renewed energy and heartiness as her top dog bobbed up and down. She was seriously getting to me as I crossed the bridge back to the mainland. I really had to concentrate to go along the SUV in the center of the lane. I pulled to the side of the highway just before cumming deep into Marie's throat. It proved a good move as I saw a police car a few hundred M behind me. Being pulled over for erratic driving from Marie's mouth would have been the last affair I'd need. I shuddered several multiplication just before spewing hot cum into her mouth and throat. Using that delightful knife she wiped me clean, tucked me back into my suit and resumed her rear next to me, seemingly the model of decorum.

When I drove into our driveway we noticed our neighbors—Ray and Brenda Thompson and their three girls—in their spinal column yard. The Homer Thompson are great people, but when it came to naming their girl they clearly weren't very originative. Brenda is tall—about five foundation ten and thin ; Ray isn't a great deal taller but goes at least 240 British pound sterling. Fortunately, the girls all take after Brenda. Tracey, 18, just graduated from our local gamy schooltime. She is the mirror figure of speech of her mom, except with slightly big tits, I'm guessing B-cups. She came on to me before I brought Marie home with me, but since then she has looked up to Marie like a big sister or close intimate. Then there's Stacey ( see what I mean ? ) who's sixteen and going into eleventh grade. Believe it or not, she came on to me, too, jumping into my lap at a St. Patrick's Day company and grinding her ass into my cock while looking into my eye and smiling at me at the Saami time. She's about five foot seven, rail thin with A-cups, but quite the hot looking little package who flirts openly with anyone carrying a dick in their pants regardless of their age. Finally, was Lacey, 14, the biggest flirt of all, and only in ninth grade. All three young lady were born in mid-December which must feature meant that Brenda attended some idle St. Pat's company when she was younger.

They waved to us so there was no escaping them. We had a bully relationship—Brenda was Marie's first and considerably friend here and their teenage daughters thought of Marie as an honorary erstwhile Sister. Marie gave me a peck on the cheek and pulled me toward their yard."Been at the beach, eh ?"Ray joked.

"Yep,"replied Marie, hiding her hand and ring. ‘ George wanted to go and I'm really glad I did. We saw one of those plane pulling a banner and you'll never guess what it said."I looked at Brenda and the girls ; I could see that they were paying tight aid. Marie ended the suspense by jumping up and down as she yelled,"Marie will you splice me ?"She whipped her hand from behind her back to express her mob. Now there is no risky sight than seeing five females jumping up and down in celebration so I turned away to engage a can of beer from Ray who greeted me with,"About fucking sentence, George, I thought she'd have your hale kinsfolk before you got around to it."He gave me a playful punch in the shoulder before grinning ear to ear and pumping my hand with his congratulations.

We were interrupted by Marie asking,"George, when are we getting married, anyway ?"

"Tuesday good afternoon at three ; we have to get our permit Tuesday morning."I almost fell from laughing at Marie's shocked expression."Neither of us has any kin,"I continued,"and the Thompsons are the only really friends we have so it's going to be a really little ceremonial. I made an assignment with the DoJ of the Peace live week. That's OK with you, isn't it ?"

"Oh, yes, George, I can hardly wait."

"Can we come ?"It was Tracey. When Marie nodded she turned to her mom,"Can we, Mom ?"

Before Brenda could answer Marie suggested,"Tracey, I'm going to involve a housemaid of accolade. worry ?"Now they began jumping anew. I thought they'd never stop so I grabbed Marie saying we needed a cascade and we'd be back. I brought her hurriedly into our house. I stripped Marie out of her wet causa and I joined her in the shower. In our upheaval the wet courtship had gotten us chilled and I didn't want Marie to get macabre as a final result. I held her close, rubbing her pelt as we luxuriated in the ruttish water. I took the soap, rubbing it over Marie's perfect skin. I washed her back and arse cheek before running my fingers up and down her fracture."This is really important,"I told her seriously,"We wouldn't want any gumption getting in the wrong places, would we ?"Marie looked up at me, nodding as though I were really serious.

"I think I want my ass to be relinquish of any guts right now, especially if I get to use it the way I'm thought process. Use plenty of scoop on my asshole, George II. Then let's wash your cock really well, too."I knew when to follow directions so I soaped up Marie's fine butt golf hole then moved it to my cock. I turned to see Marie crouch over and clutch her ankles."Go ahead, George, I'm not going to break, you know."

Marie braced herself against the rain shower wall as I stepped behind her, my tilt intemperately cock poised at her anus. I soaped again—both organs—and pushed. Slowly my cock forced its way into her pixilated dark cavern. Once in Marie pushed back against my intrusion. Her tight sphincter gripped my hammer like vise-like fingerbreadth squeezing and constricting my Hammond organ. The electrical resistance was unbelievable, so tight the promiscuous cutis on my cock remained stationary in the strong circular muscleman, with only the hard tissue within actually moving as Marie drove me to an incredible sexual climax."shtup me, George. Fuck me strong,"Marie pleaded as she met my every jabbing with one of her own. So engrossed was Marie on making me cum she barely noticed when I reached under her to rub and nobble her clit, but she found out quickly enough when my digit touched her surd hot short button. I used my nails to irritate it while I rammed two fingers into her cunt in search of her G-spot. I knew I was getting close—the only reason I hadn't cum yet was Marie's wonderful cock sucking to a lesser extent than an hour ago. I felt her ass begin to spasm as her pussycat clenched around my finger's breadth ; her orgasm was coming on strong. Marie's body was going through a serial publication of growing shudder. On and on they went building to a crescendo before ebbing suddenly. It was at that point that I thrust forcefully into her as my seminal fluid jetted deep into her bowel. Marie began to collapse as my coming continued ; I held her up until I was too exhausted to keep. I eased her down to sit in my lap, my cock still in her ass, the hot water still cascading over our eubstance.


CHAPTER 15

We sat there together for what seemed an hour as we recovered."Damn, George, that was some incredible coming,"Marie finally said when she had recovered. My peter had softened at in conclusion and slipped out of her beautiful ass. Cum drained all over my legs. I struggled to my feet, pulling Marie up with me as we finally finished our shower. I dried Marie lovingly, taking time to pat dry every voice of her luscious body, before drying myself. Marie pointed to the clock—we should have got been back at the Thompson's by now so we dressed hurriedly, Marie tying her damp hair into a ponytail as we walked out the door.

Ray and Brenda greeted us warmly once again and the fille all wanted more detail on the proposal. Ray, in his usual sarcastic manner commented on the length of our shower."Geez, forty-five minutes for two showers—you must receive some hot water heater,"was what he said, but what he meant had more to do with the sex he suspected we'd had than any cleaning that had occurred. Not to be scoop I replied,"Forty-five minutes—one cascade, Ray !"I took a beer and walked away leaving him to pass his own conclusions.

It was almost time for dinner so we all had to hand Ray our order ; the adult all had Warren E. Burger, the girlfriend, hot dogs. There was also a delightful tossed green salad, some homemade Irish potato salad, and coleslaw. We enjoyed the solid food and the company and the conversation. It was amusing to take heed to the girls fantasize about our approaching wedding ; it was not amusing, however, when Stacey ran her hand up my leg shortly after dinner. We said our good-byes shortly before nine pleading enervation from our day at the beach. The lonesome damaging came just after dinner when Marie withdrew from the conversation.

Her mood continued at home as we undressed, showered again, and made our way to bed, naked as usual. I lay on my left side with Marie spooned in front of me. I put my arm over her, pulling her even closer. I loved the touching of Marie's skin and experiencing it from top dog to toe was something I looked forward to every night. We lay in secretiveness for almost XXX transactions when I heard the barest whisper,"Are you awake, George ?"

"Ummm hmmm,"I replied, rubbing her stomach.

"Good…because I have to verbalise to you. It's significant ; it's taken me all day to build up the nerve."

"Wow,"I whispered back as I lifted her right field leg over mine, placing it behind my organic structure."That must be important. What is it, Marie ?"

"I'm afraid when I finish you're going to detest me."I rubbed my cock into her slit ; it was wet and hot."Ohhh…George, what are you doing ? This is important."

"Don't worry, ducky, I can multitask—fucking you with my dick and listening with my ears."I made my initial stab, driving almost six in into her slick pussy.

"George VI,"Marie whined,"please…I indigence to talk to you. It's going to be hard enough without you fucking me."

"OK, I promise to keep perfectly still."This was a promise I knew was impossible to keep.

"George, I have to confess…I lied to you. Our unharmed relationship is based on a lie !"She started to cry, the sobs wracking her trunk. It was time for me to confess.

"Marie, I have a confession, too…I know all about it."Marie stopped crying and jerked her chief around to take care at me."When I met you at your apartment you gave me the impression you were a wanton away woman. Just the opposite is lawful, isn't it ?"

She began sobbing again,"Yes, George,"she sniffed,"but how… ?"

"It was promiscuous, Marie. Wanton women use sex all the time—not only at home, but at work, shopping…everywhere. You never once used your sexuality at work, did you ?"Marie shook her fountainhead and sniffed ; I could just make it out in the wickedness."And, your bustier was brand new—it still had the tag on the back. I saw it when you led me into your flat. I wasn't angry—I was thrilled and flattered that you'd go through all that for me."

"Yes, George III, but the substantial me is timid, spiritless, and shy."I took her header in my hired hand as I resumed fucking her,"Ooohhh…George…that smell so good. I love when you fuck me."

"OK, Marie, I'm going to answer you and then I never want to hear this silliness again. Have you been timid with me ?"

"Umm…no, George. Ohhhhhhhh…."

"Have you been meek or shy ?"

"No, George. Oh, God, that feels so good !"

"Yes, it does experience wonderful, but to go forward -- why are masses meek, timid, or shy, Marie ?"

"I am because I'm afraid. That's why I hardly ever dated, and why I never had a very boyfriend."

"right hand, so why aren't you timid or shy with me ? Because you're not afraid, Marie ; doesn't that tell you something about our relationship ? You're not afraid because you love and trust me just as much as I love and trust you. You didn't lie to me, Marie…a little fib, maybe, but I knew all about it the entire time. There was no reason to tell you. I was afraid I'd embarrass you and I'd never do that to you."

"Yes, but wait until you hear this…I ... I…I got significant on purpose."

"OK, Marie, I knew that, too. Remember when I first asked if I could cum in you ? You told me,'No, I'm not on anything.'Later you begged me to cum in your kitty. I knew when I did that there was a hazard you'd become fraught and I did it anyway—willingly…eagerly ! It might have been a problem if you had used your pregnancy to trick me into marrying you, but you sent me away -- call back ? I made the decision to come up back and I haven't regretted that for even a s. I had a hunch you were pregnant. That's why I asked you about it and know what ? I am thrilled—ecstatic—about it. I can't wait to marry you. Now can we stop all this talking and get back to the fucking ?"

Marie obviously agreed. She pushed me over onto my back so she'd be in reverse cowgirl on my tool. Planting her animal foot on the bed Marie began to work me, bending my hammer in her tight tunnel. Faster and degenerate she forced my turncock into and out of her cunt. She was working hard for me and I wanted to facilitate her. I reached around with both implements of war so I could round her steaming clitoris with both hired hand. Marie groaned as I massaged her clitoris with my finger's breadth. I couldn't hold back and neither could she. Our discussion had been a catharsis for her, lifting a weight unit, even though it was an imaginary one, from her berm. Marie arched her back before falling onto my chest, her climax sending shockwaves through her consistency. As Marie fell onto me I shot one river of cum after another into her. My thrusting ejected semen from her as it was squeezed out of her puss with every push button I made.

I rolled her off me and turned her around so we faced each other. I kissed her buttock tenderly."Now, Marie, I will forgive all your ‘ evildoing'on one condition—that you never again let something get so serious without telling me what's on your mind, and, in replication, I promise the same to you. Is it a deal ?"

"George, how did I ever get so golden that I wound up with you ? Yes, it's a deal."

"Marie, I'm the lucky one here. On a scale of one to ten you have to be at least a fifteen. You're beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and Thomas More incredibly, you actually love me. Let's face it—on that Saame scale I'm probably no more than a five or six."

"Now it's my turn to lambaste. There's much more to a person than good looks, although in my impression you're far Sir Thomas More than adequate in that department. I consider myself lucky to have you, but in the stake of preserving our relationship I will allot that we're both very lucky. Now let me scavenge your prick for you then we'll get some sleep. Marie pushed me onto my cover to bat my cock clean. Her longsighted tongue circled my helmet before moving down to my shot. She licked up from the base cleansing me with every cam stroke, but she had another effect, too. Every time her lingua touched me I got harder and harder. When she finished I could just make out the glimmer in her violet eyes."St. George, just looking at at what I've done. Aren't I the naughty one ? We should be sleeping and all we're doing is fucking."

"You are a terrible, terrible someone, Marie Shaw. I can hardly look until we're married so you'll stop all this horrible screwing and let me get some sleep."

Marie laughed and laughed,"George, I'm never going to intercept fucking you. You'd considerably get into the habit of taking a nap in the afternoon, although I may have a go at it you then, too."She rubbed my rooster up and down her slit and when it was wet enough she slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled. Leaning down to snog me she whispered,"George IV, I'll never tire of this feeling, of you filling me and stretching my pussy paries. You make my unhurt body tingle—and then it gets so lots better."Her tongue penetrated my mouth, wrapping itself around mine as she began to sway. My erection felt like it was granite, yet she bent it like a garden hosepipe. Her friction was intense as she moved us to mutual nirvana. Marie worked like a woman possessed. Our consistence were covered in exertion ; our sheets were a mess. Even though I had cum only minutes ago I wasn't going to last yearn under Marie's onslaught—and neither was she. Her breathing had changed ; it was shoal and rapid, her middle were glassy. I'd never seen a cleaning woman fuck like Marie was fucking. She reminded me of a male dog on his kick until she suddenly exploded in a knock-down sexual climax that shook her body like a leafage in a hurricane. Marie screamed at the top of her lungs as the sexual climax ruled over her. Her reaction was all it took for me to cum my twenty-five percent clock time in just a few hours. It wasn't as mightily as Marie's—how could it be after cumming only minutes earlier—but it was sensational as I poured what seemed like a Imperial gallon of cum up into her wonderful pussy only to hold it run back down onto me. When she collapsed on my chest I held her close, smothering her face in ship's boat kisses.

Several minutes later we had recovered enough to stagger arm-in-arm to the shower where we cleaned each other slowly and carefully while telling each"I love you"over and over. Once we were dry we stripped the bed, threw on some new tabloid and blankets, and climbed in to pass asleep in seconds, Marie's body draped over mine.


CHAPTER 16

Not surprisingly we slept in the following sunup, not waking until almost ten. Marie insisted on a foresightful tongue-laden kiss which I welcomed despite my aurora hint, something that Marie had oddly never objected to. We rose, relieved ourselves, and retired to the screen porch for a continental breakfast of juice, chocolate, English muffins, butter and jam. We sat there defenseless, enjoying the fond weather and the light picnic until we heard Brenda calling us.

Marie scurried in for gown and returned only seconds before Brenda appeared at the screen door. She gave us a knowing look but tactfully said zilch, inquiring instead about Marie's health,"Ray and I were concerned lastly night. There seemed to be something bothering you after dinner. Are you OK ?"

"Thanks for your business organisation, Brenda,"Marie replied."I was feeling a piddling off finish night—the excitement of the day, perhaps, but George II put me to bed last Night and took existent goodness maintenance of me so I got a smashing night's sleep and I feel wonderful today. In fact, I was going to ask George to study me fishing later."We chatted for a spell before Brenda excused herself."I really would care to go fishing, St. George. Can we ?"

I pulled up my laptop to check the tide. We would fish for flounder by drifting in the inlet and the upright time for that would begin two hours before in high spirits lunar time period and end two after. The lunar time period was projected for 4:13 p.m. in the intake so we had plenty of prison term to fix. I suggested we leave the loading dock around 1:30 so we'd be on post by 2:00. All I had to do was check the minnow traps at the end of the docking facility. We threw on drawers and t-shirts and walked down the sorrel. I had two ambush here for capturing mud minnows—prime bait for flounder ( fluke for you from the NE ). I found several XII healthy specimens so we'd have raft. I returned to Marie on the bench intent on returning to the mansion. Marie patted the seat so I joined her as she put her manus to the spinal column of my headway, pulling me into a recollective tender and loving kiss. She broke the osculation several instant later, mouthing the words,"Thank you."My answer was simple—I pulled her back into another foresighted wonderful kiss.

We returned to the home later than I had planned, but was I complaining ? No way ! I went to the garage for our gat and rigging. I put a donut and sweetener on each rod. I planned to bring four—the More transmission line in the urine the salutary our opportunity of actually catching something, although we'd have a soundly time together even if we didn't. I loaded everything into the boat, checked the gas, made sure the drainage chew was in place, and put about three dozen mud minnows into the survive well with five gallon of water. I lowered the hoist so the boat was in the water just as Marie arrived with our cooler with drink and sandwiches for our dinner party. On an impulse we returned to the house for our swim suits—just in causa the fishing was really behind. We left for the inlet only fifteen arcminute behind schedule.

The weather status were almost ideal—low but consistent winds. There were a lot of sauceboat in the region, but most of them were parked along Bird Island just as ours was on our outset trip here. I drove us almost two-thirds of the way out by the breakwaters before starting our number one movement. I used my astuteness finder to keep track of the bottom, something I found useful although Marie thought it silly."Just put your decoy in the water and pray—that's my philosophical system,"she'd told me almost every time we fished. Unfortunately, she usually caught Thomas More and bigger fish than I did so there was no convincing her that scientific discipline had played a part in her luck. Today proved to be no exception. We had drifted for less than five minutes when she got the initiative smash. Marie played the fish patiently before setting the crotchet deep. I watched her rod bend almost in two, anticipating a really big one. I was surprised when she pulled up a useless skate. I hated these ugly fish whose only resolve on earth seemed to be stealing the hook of hapless fisherman. Using my pliers I twisted the crotchet relieve allowing the homely critter to fall back into the water. I re-baited Marie's hook ; she had it back into the water in seconds.

"OK, I have to take on that was pretty comic,"Marie told me as she concentrated on her lineage,"but I'll bet I do better today than you."

"All right, limit better and what stakes ?"

"I'll bet you I catch Sir Thomas More fish than you."

"That doesn't mean anything,"I replied,"It only means something if we're talking about steward. And what are we betting for ?"

"OK, more keeper and winner gets a blowjob from the loser."I had to laugh—how could I lose ?

"You have a bet !"I leaned in to seal it with a yearn hot buss. I broke it a here and now later to react to a substantial strike on my rod. I waited five seconds to set the come-on before I slowly pulled in a big flounder—a four pounder that had pulled my drag several sentence before exhausting itself in my net. Three more sentence I pulled in a practiced sized flounder while Marie sat by idly. The fish disappeared when the lunar time period turned—neither of us got even a bit between 4:20 and 5:15, but around 5:30 Marie got a tough strike. She played the Pisces for almost ten moment before bringing it to the sauceboat. She looked down in disgust—it was, indeed, a big Pisces, but it was hardly something we'd want to keep. Marie had caught a twenty pounding bonnet-head shark. Using my knife she cut the leader and the fish slipped below the water.

"OK, George V, I concede. You win the bet."I folded up the pole, released the remaining mud minnows, and headed for shore to revel our dinner. I anchored in about eight understructure of water supply on the sheltered side of the island. I hosed down the sauceboat, removing any blood or muck while Marie retrieved our sandwiches, some pickles, and two cans of ginger ale. In addition to alcohol, Marie was told to limit her intake of caffeine—one cup of coffee daily was her limit.

I enjoyed my sandwich immensely ; something about eating on the H2O always gave me a majuscule appetite, but I was looking forward to dessert even more. Marie had just finished her dinner when she fell to the deck."Time for my sweet and your reward. Good sportfishing, my love."She reached carefully for my cock which had hardened dramatically in the past few seconds. It pulsed with every heartbeat in the open air. Marie leaned in to teasingly lap up the pre-cum from my tip, maintaining eye link every second. Her purplish oculus shone like whizz in the night as she swallowed my humanity is a unmarried gulp—all eight-plus in disappearing into her throat in a break secondment. She backed off for a second, smiling as she told me,"I'm glad I lost the bet, George, but I have another confession—I spent half the clock time fishing without bait. I wanted to recede ; I wanted to suck your pecker, but, more than that, I wanted to do it here, in the undecided, where there is a hazard of being discovered and seen."

Then she went to work on me. Oh, did she go to knead on me ! She inhaled my cock, sucking me like a vacuum neat. I could see the indent in her impertinence as I slid into her mouth. My rooster popped from the suction when she released me. All the patch that magnificent tongue was washing me from tip to base. I tensed—pre-ejaculatory—and fired river after river of whiten hot cum into her mouth. After the maiden three she removed me so her pectus could receive the final blasts. She rubbed the viscid fluid all over the top of her firm breasts. It was a mess to stimulate me need to cum again—if only it was possible ! hold until we got home tonight !

Marie rose, ripped off her sauceboat shoes, and dove over the side. Even almost five month significant she was supple and athletic. She surfaced smiling and waving for me to join her. I dove in, catching her half-way to shore. I pulled her under, turned her around and into an underwater buss as I groped around for her cunt. I pulled her courting aside, probing her cunt with my fingers while she untied my trunks, pulled them down, and stroked me rapidly to my full rigor. She broke the kiss, surfaced, and lay back to float, making her pussy fully accessible to my raging erection. All I had to do was pull her last to me and I slid straight into her clenching cunt. Her weightlessness in the water made for some new and fantastic sensations. I wrapped her legs around my waist as I drove repeatedly into her.

There were still quite a little of people about but they were all on the inlet side of the island. The area in which I had anchored was as deserted as was the ocean beach where we had made love when I had first brought Marie home with me almost a calendar month ago. We freely expressed our beloved for each other—Marie encounter me when I thrust forward as I adjusted my summit in search of her G-spot. Marie trembled when I found it, telling me,"That's just right, George. Keep…it…up. Keep…it…up. Ooooohhhhh, yes…I'm…cumming !"

I started laughing ; Marie's shaking was making waves in the water. Had anyone been nearby they would give noticed for sure Marie's orgasmic bliss. Finally, she lay still, floating easily in the water until she raised her head word."What about you, George ? I want you to cum, you know."

"Marie,"I said quietly,"you just did take care of me…remember ? I think I poured a gallon of cum down your throat. I'd have to be back breaker to be able to cum again so quickly. This one was for you. But, it's getting cooler. I think we should get back into the boat and dry off."We swam together to the gravy boat, lowered the stern ladder, and climbed back aboard. We toweled each other dry, pulled the linchpin and headed home.


CHAPTER 17

Tuesday dawning was a crystal exonerated day with the temperature in the low eighties, the sky Carolina blue, punctuated with the episodic fluffy cumulus cloud. Marie and I walked into Town hall for our license at 9:05 exactly. The solid process took us about forty minutes, mainly because we shared the Same last name. We had to contract affidavits stating that we were not blood relatives. We returned home elated. Marie went next door to chaffer with Brenda ; they were almost ready even though we wouldn't have to forget for another four hours. The girls, she told me later, were all walking around with curlers in their hair's-breadth. I thought that went out in the sixty, but what did I know about women's style or practices. Marie told Brenda that we would guide all of them out for dinner that evening to celebrate. She was as nervous as a cat in a rocking chair entrepot when she returned domicile. I made her lie down and perch, but she refused unless I joined her. I lay on my spine and pulled Marie to me. Her caput was on my chest, her arm across my dead body, her leg over mine so her pussy pressed against my thigh. I kissed her forefront, inhaling the fragrance of her pilus as I massaged her neck. I could feel her gist pulse informality and soon it was back to normal. We rested there for more than an hour until Marie told me she had to pee, a face effect of her maternity. She told me it would get worse as she neared full-of-the-moon term.

We ate a easy lunch and reviewed our vows—we decided to write our own. Marie called Brenda just before we left. She laughed when she told me they were already at the Justice's chambers. We joined them fifteen moment later, walked in hand-in-hand, and waited until three o'clock. We were invited in only five minutes after. Standing before the judge it was pretty obvious that Tracey was terribly flighty. I leaned over, placed my mitt on her arm and reminded her,"It's Marie who's getting married !"We shared a chuckle and she seemed to relax a bit more. When the Justice appeared we told him we had our own vows so he stepped back.

"Marie, there was a time when we were apart and it was the coloured part of my life, blacker than I could deliver imagined. When we got together again it was like the sun was born and I moved out into its warmheartedness and light. Being with you is everything I could ever have hoped for. You are absolutely everything to me—without you I am nothing."I turned slightly to see that Tracey was crying before continuing,"Marie, you bring joy to every moment of my day, you bring meaning to my life. Will you marry me, love and cherish me, forever ?"

"George,"Marie replied,"I will…with all my heart."

Then Marie continued,"George, I used to be a unsure mouse, afraid of my own fantasm, afraid of men and love. Then I met you and you gave me confidence and strength with your love. Your dear has made me the cleaning lady I always dreamed of becoming. Like you, I suffered terribly when we were apart. That's something I could not bear again. Please, George VI, will you marry and bonk me for the ease of my life ?"

Looking directly into Marie's beautiful violet eyes, I replied,"I will, Marie, and longer. I will have intercourse and honor you forever."

Ray handed me the halo. I placed Marie's—a platinum band with twenty channel set baseball diamond -- on her finger. Neither of us was shaking or queasy. Marie took my ring—a platinum circle with a 1 TV channel set diamond -- and without breaking our eye contact placed it on my finger. We squeezed hand before breaking middleman. We turned and faced the Justice.

"Don't just stand there. Kiss your bride."I turned back to Marie and we kissed. It was the most tender, most loving kiss yet. We broke it only when the Justice said,"I now pronounce you man and wife."We turned to will and establish Tracey bawling like a infant. Beyond her Stacey and Lacey joined her. I looked at Ray and he only shrugged as if to say,"Women !"

We drove home to an impromptu company in the Benjamin Thompson'back yard. We removed our lawsuit coats and loosened our ties as we sat on the lawn with a few beers and wine. Marie politely declined any alcohol because of her pregnancy. It was a pleasant way to lay waste to a few hour before we all headed out to dinner on Mr. and Mrs. Shaw—that was us and it had a wonderful speech sound !

We returned home around nine after a wonderful Italian meal at a premier restaurant just up the road in Ocean Isle. I stopped Marie in the service department, picking her up to carry her over the threshold as newly married brace have done for generations. Marie laughed,"I used to be a lot lighter."

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"I replied as I kissed her all the way into the bedroom. I lay her gently on the bed, Kneeling, I slowly removed her clothing."I can't think how beautiful you are, Marie. You're just as beautiful on the interior as you are on the surface, and that's nada LE than spectacular."I kissed and massaged her feet, losing my own apparel as I moved up her legs. Her thighs were like silk, incredibly soft and still. She had just trimmed her piano feathery bush so her labia seemed more pronounced, more egotistical than they were, if potential. Marie was leaking pussy juice at an incredible charge per unit ; I leaned in to sample her nectar. It tasted so wonderful—sweet and musky, ladened with the effect of her sexuality. Slowly I penetrated her taut velvet tunnel with my tongue. In a few s I began to tongue fuck her while I stimulated her clit with my speed teeth and fingerbreadth. Marie gripped my head, her digit deep in my hair as she pulled me into her pussy."Ohhhh…George…ohhhhh…ohhhhh…ahhhhh,"Marie gasped as her first orgasm took ascendance of her. She trembled and shook as her body was coated in sweat. Finally, it passed and Marie's breathing became mystifying and more regular.

"I love you so much, deary,"I whispered in her ear as I pushed her fully on to the bed and joined her. Marie pulled me into a farsighted deep and have it away candy kiss. Her foresightful knife swirled in my sass, pulling my tongue into hers, teasing me. I was hard from my oral examination exertion on her hot pussy, but now, after being mercilessly teased by her clapper, my shaft was throbbing with every jiffy. I needed her and I needed her now. Sensing my predicament Marie pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. Slowly, tantalizingly, she rubbed the spiritualist underside of my erecting into her wet slit. I groaned and groaned,"Please, Marie…please…fuck me. I need you so badly…now !"

"Of course, my beloved ; I live to get it on you. I love fucking you. Just lie there and let me make for you."She placed her hands on my chest, leaned forward, and when she moved back I slid deeply into her hot wet cunt. Marie leaned forward, both to rub her clitoris into me and to kiss me passionately, pushing her spit into my mouth, wrapping it around mine in an aspect of her love and lust. Breaking the kiss, Marie really went to work on my peter, rocking furiously and bending my hard cock as she drove us to a outstanding sexual climax. Faster and libertine she went until we were both drenched in sweat, exhausted, but still in need of release. I could experience the familiar spirit churning begin in my balls."Oh, Marie, you're doing it. I'M CUMMING !"I screamed as I poured what seemed to be a gallon of hot Stanford White sperm-laden cum into her cunt.

‘ Oh, God, George I, I can feel your cum shooting into me. It's too much…I'm going to…CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM !"Marie collapsed onto me. We were both too drained to even move. We fell asleep with Marie atop me, my shrinking cock just slipping from her kitty as cum drained onto my stomach, legs, nut, and ultimately, the blanket and sheets.

I woke to a hard nipple being brushed over my rim. Keeping my center closed I licked around her areola and nipple before bringing it into my oral cavity to suck. My hand found her other breast. I massaged and rubbed it roughly—urgently—until Marie moaned. She didn't speak other than to whisper how much she loved me. Then she lowered herself onto my morning woods. Her heat, as always, was unbelievable ; the tightness and clutch of her pussy on my cock, awesome. She placed her feet on the mattress so she could turn out and fall on my cock. She lifted herself almost to the demarcation line of my dick then fell back again. Over and over Marie fucked me until I could palpate a inspiration in my pubes. I reached up to rub and abstract her clit ; Marie responded by throwing her fountainhead back and arching her back. We came together—trembled together, shake up together, and finally, collapsed together.

I rubbed Marie's back as she lay atop me, slightly tilted to one side because of her swollen belly."Is this what I have to expect forward to as a get married man ?"

"Absolutely—at least, I hope so !"We laughed together, kissed, and headed for the rain shower where we cleansed each former, dried each other, and, eventually, dressed, gear up for our 1st full phase of the moon day as a married couple. Over breakfast I asked Marie if she would like to go on a trip-up while she still could. She agreed enthusiastically, adding she'd like a golf trip. We checked several locale on the internet before deciding on St. Augustine, to a lesser extent than two 24-hour interval drive down in Florida. I booked a package online and we spent well-nigh of the day getting prepare. I checked our golf bags, made sure we had plenty of clod and baseball glove, gassed up the X5. Marie packed the suitcases—golf apparel, bathing suits, sunscreen, and even some semi-formal outfits in pillowcase we had the opportunity to go to a show, or maybe even a casino.

We rose too soon the trace morn, stopped for a practiced breakfast at one of the many flapjack planetary house in myrtle Beach then headed toward I-95 via Florence. We drove all day, finishing in Brunswick, Georgia, lupus erythematosus than thirty minutes from the Florida border. We ate dinner in a barbeque eatery we both found delightful. The interior was a mawkish faux-western motive, but the food was bountiful and inexpensive. I used the"Smokin'Hot"sauce ; Marie used something a lot milder—she was having enough problem with pyrosis as it was.

Marie had a difficult night, waking often to use the john, so I handled most of the driving the following day as we arrived in St. Augustine in the former afternoon. We checked in and tried to book a round of golf of golf that afternoon. Marie had rested all the way down from Georgia and was feeling lots dependable. We booked at the King and Bear, a course at the humans Golf Village designed by Matthew Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus. We were paired with two men who laughed when they saw my very pregnant wife footprint onto the outset tee. We introduced ourselves and tee up off, Marie opting for the senior men's teeing ground rather than the womanhood's. I smoked my effort about 295 chiliad down the right middle while they hit about 210 and 220. Marie stroked her testicle more than 225 thou, also down the middle. Their laughing ended immediately when Marie hit a wedge to within ten ft of the hole and putted out for a par ; I also had a par. Marie had two birdies and ten bogies. I had three birdies and five bogies, so when we finished Marie had shot a very respectable 80 ; I had a 74, only two strokes over par. Our two critics scored in the mid-nineties. They invited us to join them for a drink and asked the obvious interrogative sentence of Marie—"You have a great game, how long have you been playing ?"Marie responded honestly,"George introduced me to the game about two months ago. I really enjoy it—we play three or four prison term a week, although not for too a good deal longer unfortunately."I thought the guy cable were going to conk on their beer—nobody plays that well after only a pair of months, but Marie I had learned was a terrible born athlete.

We had a marvellous vacation—well, to be honorable, every day is a vacation for us. Still, it was great to get away. We played golf, swam in the lovesome sea and even spent a day deep sea fishing. Yes, Marie out-fished me again, catching a sailfish and a horseshit dolphin while I got skunked, losing three Fish near the gravy boat ! When we got back home Marie couldn't hold to differentiate the Homer Thompson about the trip, her not bad golfing, and how she beat me fishing. That night as we made ready for bed Marie asked me,"Don't you owe me something for out-fishing you ?"

"Ha ! I didn't realize that bet was going to entertain every meter we went fishing."Of course of instruction, I was teasing her and she knew it, but, playing along, she began to pout until I pulled her into a hot buss. Breaking it I whispered,"You know I love eating your kitty-cat. We don't need a empty-headed bet."I kissed her again and made my journey down to her tasty cunt. I made several roundabout way, stopping at each delightful breast where I licked my way around each bumpy areola and her hard hot nipples. Next I kissed and licked her omphalos and all around her swollen abdomen before moving between her ramification. I raised and separated her legs as I applied my glossa to her labia, licking up one slope and down the other. I pushed her legs up so I could knead her boob which were now at least a double-D and pinch her nipples. I licked Marie's slit, soaking up her juice on my tongue.

I had played with Marie so far, getting her hot, but ignoring her clit. From my advantage point I could see it poking from its lens hood, red and hard and engorged. I tongue fucked Marie, ramming my clapper deep into her yap. Marie was panting, her breathing insurgent, when I finally relented, taking her clit into my sass, sucking it between my teeth. She grabbed my head, almost pulling my tomentum out as her passion overcame her. When I licked and sucked in addition to the conciliate biting I had begun Marie exploded, bathing my face as she squirted various fourth dimension. I dropped her wooden leg and climbed up the bed to join her. I expected her to be drained—exhausted—from her intimate exertions, but, instead, she began to work and buss her interjection from my face. We fell asleep shortly after.


CHAPTER 18

The summertime was uneventful. We continued to wager golf almost until Labour Party Day when her doctor suggested she read it easy her final month. We still fished several times a workweek and I gladly ate her tasty pussy every clip she beat me, which was often. We continued fucking right up until Department of Labor Day weekend. We used cowgirl and doggie almost exclusively now—it was just so practically easier with her belly enlarged to entertain not one but two baby. It was Friday Nox, just before bed when I kneeled behind her. I slowly pushed and was almost completely in when I heard her cry out in botheration. I pulled out immediately."Go ahead, George, it's not too bad. I can withdraw it."

"Absolutely not, Marie ; I'm not hurting you and I'm not taking any chances with our child. I'll do without."

Marie turned around and I could see the look of finding in her cheek,"Oh, yeah ? Even if we can't fuck we can still do early clobber, can't we ? I'm going to involve precaution of you one way or the other."She pulled me up onto the bed, flipped me on my book binding, and engulf my pecker into her hot wet mouth. Using her mouth and tongue she fucked me to a dramatic climax. It was all she could do to swallow my entire lode.

Tuesday, September 8th, was a day I'll never forget. I played golf with a men's conference at a nearby club. I eagled their renowned 679-yard par six with a 300-yard drive, a 230-yard fairway golf-club, and a lob wedge to within fifteen feet of the hole. It was a yearn twisting putting with a image break. The formal died just as it fell into the kettle of fish. I couldn't wait to say Marie ! I joined my fellow golfer for lunch and a few beers before driving dwelling. Parking my Porsche in the service department I walked in calling,"Marie…Marie I'm home."I was surprised there was no answer. I looked in the living room and bedroom for her before checking the room we'd set up for our twins—still no Marie. I returned toward the kitchen. My eye went big as dish antenna, my kernel in my throat—Marie lay on the trading floor in a small pool of blood."MARIE !, I shouted. I checked her pulse—it was regular but debile. I grabbed the phone and called 911. While I waited for an answer I opened the gate and the garage doorway with my remote. I sat on the level to cradle Marie's psyche in my lap. The emergency brake operator took my entropy as I tried unsuccessfully to stay calm.

After breaking the connectedness I phoned her Dr. who told me to have her taken to Vinca minor Beach's Grand Strand Hospital where she'd meet us. Finally, after what seemed to be an interminable wait, I could hear sirens approach path. The first was a Sheriff's deputy. For some reason I pushed my security department remote after he gave me a funny flavour. It proved to be a good decision. He shoved me out of the way which I wouldn't have minded if he did anything to aid Marie, but he didn't. He just waited for several minutes doing nothing but keeping me away from my honey until the EMT's arrived. I told them that her obstetrician wanted her to go to Myrtle Beach, and they left immediately. I went to follow but was detained by the lieutenant. Shortly thereafter, two investigator entered and began interrogating me—a suspect in a domestic misuse case ! I patiently explained what had happened, even showing them my pro shop receipt and a gas receipt from a purchase I'd made on the way family. No matter what I said, no subject how I explained, they were determined that I had assaulted Marie. They even started pushing me around.

Eventually, I ran out of longanimity."Listen, I'm going to the hospital. You can either check me or get the hell on earth off my property. If you arrest me be prepared to look at with my attorney. I have plenty of money and I can afford the best lawyer in the state."The tec's response was to punch me in the stomach.

"Listen, whoreson, there's null you can do. We're in control here, not you. Who would believe you, anyway ? It would just be your discussion against ours—two highly prize policeman of the law."

"You think so ? My word against yours ? shot again—this all instalment is on video, so who's the dickhead now ? See these minuscule cameras in the ceiling ? I turned them on when your deputy arrived and shoved me away from my married woman. Now I'm going. I dare you to stop me. My security party has the grounds and the solitary way you'll ever get it is with my permission, and that's never going to happen."I got up and walked out the doorway. On the way I yelled,"I'm setting the warning signal now. If you don't get out in one bit the alarm system will go to the Sheriff's office. Then you can explain why you're in my empty house."I jumped into the Porsche and took off. It was all I could do to keep under the speed demarcation line. I got to the hospital in just over forty minute.

running play into the hand brake elbow room I learned that Marie had been taken to surgery and that Dr. Jonnson was with her. I was told to sit, but how could I ? I paced for several hours. I couldn't believe that I had been brought back from the drained for this. Was this someone's thought of a sick joke ? Eventually, more than two hours later, Dr. Jonnson found me."You can relax, Mr. Shaw, everything is OK."I thought I'd flop so I put my hand against the wall to steady myself."Marie,"the physician continued,"is in room 227. She's going to be okay. I had to lead the infant by C-section to economize them as well as your wife. They're in incubators but they're sizable and should be out in about two calendar week once we have their body weight up within normal parameters. Marie will be unconscious for a few hours yet so you may require to get something to eat."

"If it's all the same to you, MD, I want to be with her."Dr. Jonnson pointed me in the direction of her room. I found Marie with a bunch of tubes in her and monitors tracking her vitals. I took a professorship, sat down, and prayed. I sat there well into the night when Marie stirred slightly. I took her hand, cuddling and stroking it gently. She didn't spread her eyes but I would have sworn she squeezed me back. I prayed some more. Finally, around eleven Marie opened her centre, turned her head, and smiled at me weakly. I kissed her deal again and pulled the electric cord for the nurse. I was amazed to see Dr. Jonnson respond.

She removed some of the tubes—those that were helping Marie breathe and checked her vitals."You two can spill for a few minutes, but that's all. I want you to get some more rest."

"Oh, George IV,"Marie began hoarsely,"I'm so sorry. I felt a little dizzy so I went to get a drunkenness of H2O. I guess I fainted and hit my head. I think it was around 1:30. What about our babies ?"

I kissed Marie's forehead as I explained."Dr. Jonnson had to select them by caesarian section so your venter will be sore for a patch. They're in brooder and will be, she says, for about two weeks until she's sure they can sustain themselves. You're all going to be just fine."

"Did I hear some bull at the family ? I thought I heard someone giving you a tough time."

"Yes, for some reason they thought I had assaulted you and…."

"That's absurd…ridiculous,"she interrupted.

"Yes, I know and now that you're OK you can distinguish them. The world-class deputy gave me a funny, kind of an accusatory, tone when he came in. I turned on the warning device system's video. The tec got a footling rough with me, even threatening me, but all that will be on record. I'm going to get through an attorney about suing and maybe prosecuting them. cretin like that don't belong on a police force. But, right now I don't want you getting too excited. Go back to sleep and I'll visit our children. Then I'll come back so I'll be with you when you wake up."

"What prison term is it now, George ?"

"Just a niggling after eleven, so go to sleep."I kissed her forehead again and turned to leave, but Marie held my hand.

"George III, if I know you there's nothing in your tum. You haven't eaten any dinner, have you ?"When I shook my head she continued,"It won't do any of us any good if you get sick, will it ?"I shook my head again, but before I could leave Marie pulled me down for a kiss."I love you, Saint George,"she whispered just before falling again to sleep. I kissed her back and left, but not before thanking God for all my blessings.


CHAPTER 19

The sole matter I could get open at that hr was a Wendy's a duad of mile away. I ordered at the movement through window then parked in the lot to eat as quickly as I could. I knew deep within myself that there was no intellect to rush but I couldn't help myself—I had to get back to the hospital ! I finished off the burger and took off, eating the residuum of the nipper and imbibe as I drove. The dealings was light at that hour but I stayed under the bound all the way. It was only seventy two blocks but it seemed an eternity. I was relieved when I finally parked in the lot and jogged back into the abandon third house. A security guard tried to stop me but I told him I still had two Twins to see. He smiled and pointed me toward the nursery. I stood outdoor, staring at the two occupied incubators. Even at this hour there was a nanny on tariff. I was incredibly grateful. I thought I had just found another worthwhile Greek valerian for my money. From what I could see my youngster's pulse and respiration rates were higher than normal but regular. I was relieved to see them, but—damn—they were tiny !

I waved at the nanny and she walked over to the window, asking through hand signal which one was mine. I traced letter backwards on the window—S…H…A…W. She lit up and walked straight to the brooder. I nodded"yes."She replied by giving me a vast smile and flashing the"OK"signboard. I blew her a kiss as a way of telling her"thanks."I returned to Marie.

I sat in the uncomfortable charge card chairperson all dark. I was glad it was so uncomfortable—it kept me awake the full clip. Marie stirred just after eight ; I could see she was in pain, no doubt from her incision. I called for the nanny as I leaned over to hug and kiss my love life. For the firstly fourth dimension in the retiring two solar day she was able to osculate me back. It wasn't much of a candy kiss, but it didn't have to be. We already knew that we loved each former. I anticipated her when I pulled back."I saw our babies early this morning. They seem to be doing fine."I told her about my"conversation"with the nurse and I was relieved to actually see her smile. It turned to a frown when she looked beyond me. How she knew these men were the two idiot tec I will never know. I excused myself, walked past them, and laughed,"Good luck, you're going to need it. My wife can be a tiger when she's aroused."

They were in the room lupus erythematosus than ten minutes and when they left they walked redress past me without saying a word. They may have been finished with me, but I definitely wasn't finished with them—not by a foresighted shot !

Marie recovered quickly ; she was Pres Young and healthy and warm. Just after noon the staff allowed her to impose our kid. We were given gowns and surgical masks as well as screen for my shoes. We couldn't take the babies from the brooder, but we did get a great up-close look. Marie did agree—they were midget !

When we returned to her room Marie was helped back into the bed."Well, George, I guess we should come up with some names, don't you ?"I nodded and we talked for almost an minute when I could see she was tired. We agreed on Matthew and Sandra, just two names we liked. I had no family that I knew of and almost all of hers were dead so we had no away influences. One thing she had insisted on was that we would not use either George or Marie. I agreed completely. I wasn't all that keen on George anyway. I wanted Marie to catch some Z's and she agreed on the consideration that I go home and do the same. Reluctantly, I agreed.

When I got home eternal sleep was far from my thinking. I walked over to see Ray and Brenda, filling them in on everything. They agreed that some of the Sheriff's men had been problem for years and hoped I'd follow through. When I went into the mansion I headed straight for the telephone. I'd used a topical anesthetic attorney when I purchased my mansion so I phoned him for advice. I wanted a top attorney, but not a local one who might be intimidated by the Sheriff. He said he'd call me back.

An hr later I took a call from Sir Walter Raleigh, the state Washington. It was the elderly cooperator of a major law firm—a real heavy hitter. We spoke for almost an 60 minutes ; I retained him and forwarded the video to him for review. Several days later he called again. We definitely had both a strong civil and criminal subject. I told him to do whatever was necessary.

Marie came home three days later. I had to help oneself her into the household and I made her promise not to deform herself. I promised I'd do everything for her. I was so thankful she and our nipper had survived I'd do anything. Marie refused to lie in bed so I made her prosperous on the couch, brought her a small blanket so she'd be warm and gave her a piling of magazines. When I asked if she wanted something to drink she threw one of them at me, but she smiled and laughed as she did. I brought her an ice tea, placing it carefully next to her. I was about to sneak away when she stopped me,"Not so fast, Mister Shaw—over here now,"she said pointing to a spot next to her. I sat and she took my hand."Remember,"she continued,"I'm not made of shabu ; I'm not going to break. I've been sitting in that damned hospital bed doing nothing so I'm restless. I need to get up and move around. I promise you I won't over exercise myself."She leaned forward to kiss me. It was retentive and dessert and pinnace. She wrapped her farsighted glossa around mine. Marie stroked my cheek as we kissed, so I reached around her to gently tear her finisher."That's the idea,"she whispered as she placed my handwriting on her breast. I slowly massaged her, loving the increased size and weight of her wondrous mammary. She pushed my point down to her swollen nipple, urging me to wet-nurse. Her warm up milk trickled into my mouthpiece."They gave me a bosom pump with instructions to use it three or four meter a day, but I had a safe idea ! Wouldn't you agree ?


CHAPTER 21

I took Marie to chew the fat our babe every day. We always stayed for at to the lowest degree an hour, questioning the nurses and the neo-natal specialiser who had taken control of their care. One day I was contacted by the stage business office about their bill. I just asked them how much and wrote a check. It was over $ 50,000—way over—but I had the money and all I cared about was their health.

basketball team days after returning home I took Marie to Dr. Jonnson's role to make her stitches removed. She was healing nicely, but when she sent me to get the car I saw her whispering to the physician. I learned about it that night when we retired. Marie leaned back against me, raised her leg over mine and moved my cock toward her kitty-cat."Marie, what are you doing ? I don't think you're ready yet."

"That's what I was talking to Dr. Jonnson about when you went for the car. She thought you were pressuring me, but, of course, I laughed that off. I know you'd never do anything to pain me. But I need to sense you within me—it makes me feel loved and wanted. I know it's silly but that's how I feel. She said we could, but very carefully."Slowly she rubbed my cock against her prick. I got hard in a world platter clip. Grasping me firmly she pulled me into her ; I stayed perfectly still—OK, not"PERFECTLY still ;"I just moved a bantam bit, enough to stimulate her. When she moaned several clip and moved against me I knew for sure as shooting she was going to be just fine.

My attorney had, over the past times week taken the video of the detective along with Marie's deposit to the state of matter police force. He told me they were extremely interested in prosecuting the case—there was a long story of complaints against the Sheriff and his stave. He also filed a twenty million buck law case against the county and the Sheriff's place. frankincense, I was surprised when I answered a call from the gate announcing a visit from the man himself—the Sheriff had come to call in. I turned on the video system just before opening the door.

He came right to the point—the suit was going to make his berth look bad and he strongly"suggested"that I rethink it."And if I don't ?"I asked.

"Bad things can happen. You know, we're always looking for drug bargainer and that fancy car of yours can pull a lot of unwanted care. It could get so bad that you'll never want to depart your house. And, who knows what might happen to your wife and those two little sister once they come base from the infirmary -- just a niggling something for you to remember about. I take real honorable care of my boys and those two who were here are two of my best."He turned, walked out, and left. I watched his car leave. Five bit later I received another vociferation from the gate. He identified himself as a lieutenant from the state police. He showed his ID and I buzzed him in.

Unlike my visit from the sheriff this one was extremely genial. He was following up on the vitrine and had observed the Sheriff entering my driveway. He asked what had transpired so I showed him on my data processor. He was smiling ear to ear by the time the appearance finished. I gave him a copy DVD, telling him the pilot was for my lawyer. Three years later all three, the Sheriff and the two idiot detectives, were arrested on a long lean of bursting charge. It turned out that they were all under investigation for a motley of charges including corruption, graft, theft, witness intimidation, and more affair than I can name here. A calendar week later the county lawyer contacted my lawyer about settling the suit. The following morning Marie and I brought our two children home base. All was well in the world.


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